My body aches. We walk most everywhere with the exception of the subway and a taxi here and there. Although my feet are always sore, it's not the walking, but Connor's endless demands to be carried. We leave the apt. and he collapses on the floor and whines, "I'm tired!" I give in because when I don't, he lies down and starts crying or screaming. We are always surrounded by people. So I am tired, like Connor. We think we decided on a school today for him, however the walk involves hills, up and down, both ways. All I could think about was 'How am I going to carry him?' Jack and I decided a bike with a seat is probably in order. Then I was at the kid's bus stop this afternoon and I asked about where to buy bikes and a woman suggested the electric bike. Hmmm...the walk to school isn't sounding so tiring after all.
When Connor isn't crying to be carried he is running! Between our apt. and the current bus stop there are a total of 10 escalator rides there and back. Connor is fearless and causing everyone around him concern including me, but I have realized it doesn't really matter how much I tell him to be careful, to hold on, not to walk/run up and down the escalator, he's going to do it anyway. He's not so much of a cute little celebrity here with his blond hair when he's running like a maniac through the subway passageways and lobby hallways. I just stare straight ahead and try not to imagine what everyone must be thinking. I certainly can't pretend he is not my child...that would be ridiculous here. It's these moments when I wish we could blend in a little more.
As for the other two little people here, Kate is doing beautifully. She is comfortable, confident, and making friends. It's so great. Nicholas is struggling, which isn't a surprise to us. Our greatest challenge is getting him on the bus each morning. I think he has willingly gotten on the bus 2x out of the 6, so it's quite painful each morning. And when he doesn't get on the bus, I can't just throw him in the car and whisk him off to school...it's either the subway or the taxi. The school is being supportive and as helpful as they can. I forget it has only been 10 days although it seems longer, so we need to give him time. He is excited everyday when he gets off the bus as the bus monitor gives them all some sort of origami piece. And today he is at his first play date. It's just a few escalator rides, through the neighboring tower, down the hill and over to the 12th floor of another building :)